The Black Kiss Of Death, page 15
part #1 of Montega Chronicles Series
“Is that your bodyguard?” she asked as she stood beside him and looked out at the scenery below.
“Yeah, that’s Bain. He’s very reliable. He used to be a correctional officer, but he’s too soft-hearted when it comes to women, if you ask me. He doesn’t speak a word, a mute. I think he lost his voice after a car accident, which caused him to lose his wife. He’s good at his job, I’ll tell ya that,” Stephon explained.
Diamond listened with sympathy. “Are you from LA or somewhere else in California?” she asked.
“Nah, I’m from NYC.” He looked at her strangely.
“Oh, really?” And what is a New Yorker doing all the way over here, on the west coast?” Diamond inquired, now leaning on the railing to look at him.
Stephon frowned. “You don’t recognize me -- do you?” he asked.
“I’m sorry. Was I supposed to know you from somewhere?”
Stephon saw that she wasn’t a typical groupie. “My name is Stephon Butler. I‘m the middleweight champion of the world. I’m scheduled to fight in three days at Mandalay Bay in Vegas,” he said proudly. Diamond didn’t seem all that impressed. All he got was a lame, “Congratulations.”
Diamond picked up the champagne bottle and poured them both a glass. At that point, Stephon’s mind was made up. He had to have this enigmatic woman. While they talked about their lives, he told her about his big fights and overseas trips while Diamond listened and smiled. Even though she wasn’t impressed, she was still attracted to him.
While the festive party proceeded inside, the two laughed and talked outside. The night was winding down, and Stephon didn’t want it to end without taking the next step. “I’ll tell you what. Next Saturday night, why don’t you come to my fight in Vegas? I’ll pay your way.”
“Go to Vegas, just to see you get knocked out? I don’t think so,” she answered before sipping her drink, giving him a smirk.
Stephon just stood there, stunned. “I’m just kidding,” Diamond giggled. “And, for the record, you don’t have to pay my way. I’m not one of those money-chasing bitches you always run into. To them, a million dollars is a come-up. To me, it’s just toilet tissue. If I like a guy, I like him. Nothing more, nothing less.”
Stephon was quickly falling for the unique treasure. “Well, then, I guess I’ll see you after the fight,” he said suavely, grabbing her hand to kiss it.
“You better win, or I’ll never come to another fight of yours again,” she joked.
“Trust me, with a beautiful lady in my corner, I’m already a winner,” he replied. He left the balcony while Diamond watched him glide through the crowd as if he was walking on air.
Chapter 37
SHE THE BEST
In Inglewood, California, in a room buried under a race track, Tanetche Agugbo and five henchman surrounded one of Diamond’s team members, Silk. He was tied up to a chair, brutally beaten by Tanetche’s men. “I will ask you again -- where does the Kiss of Death live?” Tanetche inquired, gripping him by the back of his head.
“Fuck you, you fucking dirtball,” Silk replied before spitting in his face.
Tanetche lost his temper and started pounding on Silk’s face. The dull thuds of fist on bone echoed in the dark basement. When he finally let up, Silk’s face was unidentifiable. Tanetche pulled out his Glock .40, aimed it at Silk’s head and squeezed the trigger.
Boom! Boom!
He glanced over at his men. “I want his body to be dumped out in public as a warning. I want that bitch to see what happens when you do battle with us. I want her to realize that she’s next.”
It was Saturday night in the city that never sleeps. Vegas was ablaze with lights. Tonight, the Mandalay Bay was where everyone wanted to be. Fight night.
When Diamond arrived with her crew, the security up front knew exactly who she was. They escorted her all the way down to ringside, next to actors Brad Pitt and Denzel Washington.
As she took her seat, looking fabulous in a Piazza Sempione dress and Jimmy Choo heels, someone behind her tapped her on the shoulder. “I didn’t know you were into boxing, my dear,” Semok said with his heavy Russian accent.
Diamond got up to give him a hug. “Semok, so good to see you,” she greeted him warmly. He then introduced her to all his Russian friends and family, including his boss, Zelinski. “So, you’re a Babyface Butler fan, I assume?” he asked.
“He’s a friend of mine,” she replied before turning back around to catch Stephon’s grand entrance.
Bain was the first to come out of the tunnel, followed by Stephon and his entourage. Pulsating music accompanied the appearance of the champ in the black hooded robe wearing the title belt.
Diamond had never been to a prize fight before, but she had to admit that the electricity that raced through the crowd was exciting. Once the fight began, she watched in awe as Stephon beat blood out of his opponent for five rounds, finishing him off with a hard right that sent him down for the ten-count.
“The winner and still middleweight champion of the world, the undefeated Babyface Butler!” the ring announcer shouted.
When the fight was over, Diamond was escorted to Stephon’s penthouse suite. She walked in to find Stephon seated on the couch, talking to his brother, Deshawn. Both stood when she entered.
“Ah, here she is. I was beginning to worry that you didn’t come,” Stephon said as she approached.
“I’m a woman of my word. So here I am,” Diamond said, extending her arms.
Deshawn was mesmerized by her peanut butter complexion. “Scar, this is the woman I’ve been chewing your ear off about. Diamond White. Diamond, this is my brother, Deshawn,” Stephon said.
“Nice to meet you,” she replied, shaking his hand modestly.
“You’re Clyde’s sister, right?” Scar asked. Diamond nodded. “Wow! Clyde never said that his sister looked like an angel.”
Yeah, right, the angel of death, Diamond thought as she blushed. She couldn’t help but notice how much alike the two were. Only the scar on Deshawn’s face was different. “Do you mind if I ask what happened to your face?”
“Not at all. I got this on Riker’s Island. The guy that did this didn’t live to brag about it.”
“Yes, well, Deshawn, don’t you have something to do?” Stephon asked, trying to coax him out of his suite.
“Yeah, right. I have to be going. It was nice to meet you, Ms. White.”
“The pleasure was all mine,” Diamond replied before he walked out the door. As Stephon went to close the door, Diamond went to inspect the hotel suite. When she got to the window to look out at the bright city, she said, “I think I need to come here more often.”
Stephon got up to join her. He had on a gray Ralph Lauren sweatsuit and some sneakers. Diamond frowned at his attire; he picked up on it. “I’m sorry. Did you want to go out, because I was hoping we could chill here. The press is like a pack of hyenas, and I just wanted to have a quiet evening,” he said.
Diamond was actually relieved. My type of guy, she thought.
“No, here is good,” she replied.
That night the two had room service delivered to the suit while they watched “The Long Kiss Goodnight.”
During the movie, Diamond got comfortable as she sipped on Belvy and cranberry juice. Once the alcohol caught up to them, Stephon’s eyes explored every inch of Diamond’s figure as she sat next to him in a stunning red dress. Diamond could feel his eyes undressing her, but stayed focused on the movie.
The movie became an afterthought when he gently swept her hair out of the way so he could kiss her neck. Diamond closed her eyes and sighed as his lips caressed her neck. She hadn’t had sex since the death of her boyfriend. She just couldn’t seem to connect with the men that she came across. Most were jerks, while many were too scared and intimidated to approach her. Seeing no resistance, he began licking all over her sweet skin.
His tongue traveled down the bust line of her spaghetti strap dress. He then unzipped the back and slowly slid the dress off her body. Her perky breasts were now fully exposed. The chill from the AC and his touch caused her ripe nipples to harden. Stephon stood to remove his clothes, then kneeled back down to suck on her titties while he played with her tight love box. His finger slowly plunged in and out of her, making her anxious to feel something much bigger inside her wet pussy.
Diamond pushed him back on the couch and reached in her clutch bag for a condom. Stephon allowed her to roll it onto him. He licked on her clitoris. The smell of her juices had a hint of strawberry. Stephon came up for air, then spread her legs wide on the couch. With his knees on the floor, he went inside her.
Diamond moaned softly as her pussy engulfed all eight inches of his pipe. Stephon grabbed her by the waist and began sliding in and out of her, serenaded by her steady gasps of excitement. Even the thick, black, tuxedo condom he wore couldn’t diminish the pleasure of ravishing the best pussy he’d ever had.
Six months without sex was definitely worth it. Before he busted, he pulled out and turned her around, bending her over the couch with her ass spread in the shape of a heart. The view from behind drove him crazy. Her ass was just too phat to pass up. He plunged in and out of her pink, swollen lips while tightly holding her waist. Diamond went buck wild on his dick. Before she knew it, she felt herself on the verge of cumming. Stephon tried to hold back a bit longer, but to no avail. The pussy was just too good.
Grabbing a handful of her plump breast, he exploded. From that moment on, Stephon knew that she was the one. Diamond wasn’t going anywhere, if he had anything to do with it. She would be his, no matter what he had to do.
Chapter 38
THE CITY IS YOURS
“Ummmm, Kennnny…that’s right, baby. Fuck me good!” Tasha cried as Montega crushed her from the rear on the living room floor of her mother’s crib on Chelton Avenue. Looking at himself in the large mirror, he put on a show as he watched himself fuck Tasha’s brains out, doggy-style. “You like that?” he asked as he watched his dick flush out her pussy with a creamy, white ooze.
“Yes, I love it!” Tasha screamed as she erupted with her second orgasm. “Ummm!”
Montega fed her all nine inches of his dick and spasmed as he shot gobs of cum into her. He wasn’t worried about getting her pregnant because he knew Tasha was on the Depo shot. Montega pulled out of his shorty; he knew he would miss her sexy ass when she left for college in a few hours.
“I love you so much. You know that? Tasha beamed as she lay on her side and gazed at him.
“Yeah, I know,” he replied nonchalantly as he got to his feet to clean himself off.
“Well, if you know, then how come you never tell me that you love me back?” she implored.
“Because I’m too young to know what love is right now,” he replied honestly. Just then, his Nextel went off.
Tasha rolled her eyes as she tried to turn his phone off, but Montega was faster, snatching the phone from her grasp. Smirking at her, he pressed talk and answered. “Yo.”
“Yo, I’m outside. I need you to ride with me to handle something,” Mike stated.
“A'ight, I’m getting dressed now,” Montega said before pressing the end button.
Tasha hissed. She hated when Montega left her alone. “Where are you going now? Did you forget I’m supposed to leave in a few hours?” she reminded him.
“I know, and I’ll be back before you go, so stop trippin’,” Montega said, slipping into his jeans.
“Kenny, you need to stop with all the gangster business before something happens to you. If it’s not that light skin boy asking for you all the time, it’s Mike.”
“That light skin bol’s name is Razor, and that’s my brother. So fall back. Look, don’t tell me how to walk, Tasha. I’ve been doin’ this shit since I was a kid. If I need some help, I would have brought a cane. Now, I’ll see you when I get back,” Montega informed her before heading for the door, with Tasha glaring at him all the way out.
Montega stepped outside and found Mike sitting out front in a black Buick Regal with tinted windows. As Montega approached, Mike got out of the driver’s side and walked around to the back seat. “You drive,” Mike instructed before getting in.
Montega looked puzzled for a moment, then got in. Mike’s enforcer, J-Black, was in the passenger’s seat with his Smith and Wesson 10 mm on his lap. Montega put the car in drive, figuring out what the trip was about. “Where we goin’?” he asked nonchalantly.
“Drive to T&J’s bar,” Mike commanded.
T&J’s bar was a small hole in the wall, located directly around the corner from Tasha’s crib on Boyer Street. They say one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. Well, T&J’s was the place to be when the hustlers needed a drink and a little piece of mind. Since everyone and their mom hustled in Summerville, the bar was packed.
Montega slowly stopped at the stop sign on Boyer and Woodlawn, looking at the bar on the corner that was illuminated by the bright spotlights. Beside the crackheads that hung out, drinking cans of 211 malt liquor, there was a small group of people in conversation.
“Park at the corner,” Mike instructed.
When Montega did as told, Mike tapped Black before they both got out of the car. Standing at the street corner of Woodlawn and Boyer were a few old heads, trying to make a dollar. An outsider named Smoke was the only one able to steal sales from the size of his dimes. But when he saw Mike approaching with his enforcer, he quickly got out of the way. Mike wasn’t at all worried about Smoke trying to hustle. Mike walked into the bar and spotted Reds kicking it with a few of his people. By the time Reds looked up to see what everyone was staring at, Mike and Black were standing directly in front of him.
“Don’t make a scene, nigga just --”
Before Mike could get out another word, Reds jumped up and hit him with a hard right. Mike stumbled over a stool, and as Black went to grab him, Reds elbowed him in the chest and hauled ass out of the bar.
Montega watched through the rear view mirror as Reds broke out of the bar, full speed. Mike fired without blinking. The bullet struck Reds in the back, causing him to spin around and fall to the ground. Reds quickly tried to stagger to his feet, but Mike nailed him again.
BOOM!
The second bullet hit Reds square in the chest. Mike calmly walked up to Reds and iced him with a head shot. Smoke witnessed the whole scene. Mike and Black quickly jumped into the back seat of the Regal and ordered Montega to head for Mike’s shorty’s crib. As soon as Mike got there, he handed her the gun and told her to put it in the safe where he kept his serious cash. Jennifer did as she was told. When Mike got back into the car with Montega and J-Black, he whipped out his phone and called his cousin. When Shug answered, Mike smiled and said, “Yo, cuz, the city is all yours.”
Chapter 39
MURDER, INC.
Miles off the coast of California, the blue-green waters of the Pacific had invited some explorers to plunge in. The sunlight sparkled across the ocean. Sea gulls continued to glide in the clear blue sky, hoping to catch a school of fish off-guard. As dolphins shot out of the water like missiles, at the bottom of the sea bed, Diamond swam in full scuba gear, enjoying the beautiful world of marine life. Hundreds of sharp fin barracudas swam about freely amongst large sea turtles and stingrays.
Diamond explored the sea bed for any type of sunken treasures. After an hour of exploring, she headed for the surface, where the yacht awaited. Climbing onto the deck, she spotted her boyfriend, on his cell phone. Exhausted, she removed her goggles, air hose, and tank, then began shaking out her long, wet hair.
When Stephon saw her, he quickly got off the phone and approached her. “Hey, sexy, I was beginning to worry about you. You almost had me slipping into one of those wet suits to find you,” he said before kissing her soft lips.
“That’s sweet. I’m glad you didn’t, though, because the sharks are starting to prowl around,” she replied while pulling off her flippers. “Did I get a call?”
“Nope. I guess nobody loves you,” he joked.
Diamond threw a playful jab at his chest, which surprised him and was too quick to dodge. “Damn, boo, I didn’t know you could throw ’em like that.”
“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me,” Diamond replied mysteriously, flashing a devilish smile.
Stephon closed the gap between them. He pulled on the zipper of the wet suit, exposing her luscious breasts and her washboard stomach. Diamond knew where this was headed and let him proceed. “I didn’t know you had a thing for scuba divers,” she joked.
“I don’t, but I love when my seafood is fresh out of the water,” he replied as his hand wandered to feel her goods.
The ring of Diamond’s cell phone interrupted this sexual tryst. “C’mon, now, you don’t have to answer that,” he said, watching her slide her arms back into the wet suit. Once she zipped up, Diamond walked over to the table and picked up her phone. “Hello?”
“Dee, what up, cuz?” Butta said.
“Hey, fat ass, what’s up?” Diamond answered.
“I need you to come check something out for me. Angel’s on some other shit and I think he might be fuckin’ with the police,” Butta suspected.
“The law? What makes you think that?” she asked while ringing her hair out.
“I just got that feeling, ma. I asked him could I check out the safe. That pussy talkin’ about he busy. Then he calls me back, talkin’ reckless over the phone. Askin’ for shit he never asked for. I’m telling you, Dee, I don’t trust him with our money. I suggest you look for another accountant, and let his ass stick to the music side of things.”
“Okay, Butta, I’m on my way. In fact, why don’t you do me a favor and come get me?” she asked before giving him her location.
